What children witness sometimes is heart-wrenching///how many of them find solace in doll houses, forts, beneath blankets, etc. This piece leave a pang in the heart for all those who have to experience this. Powerfully written, my friend!

The title is excellent. I love the name you chose, for like a blood red blossom, I can imagine the wounds in the mind and heart of the child. The dollhouse antithesis with what is happening in the house is very well detailed.
It is strange, for I have been listening to the song “My name is Luka” by Suzanne Vega for the past days.

The funny story is that my son, also named Luke asked me to play it over and again this past week singing (thank GOD) only the first two lines. I think time not to let him listen to it anymore, afraid he will start asking questions. 😀

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Ryan Stone writes after midnight. His short fiction and poetry have appeared in publications including Eunoia Review, The Drabble, Algebra of Owls and Silver Birch Press and won prizes in a number of competitions at venues including Grindstone, Writer Advice, Goodreads, Writers’ Forum Magazine and Poetry Nook. He lives in Melbourne, Australia.